"Seeking death!"
Seeing his beloved disciple sent flying, the old man's face showed murderous intent.
In the valley, they were top-tier existences.
High in status and power!
Stepping out of Lowell Tennyson, who in the world upon hearing their great name does not give way by three points?
Yet, this youth before them not only refused to give face to Lowell Tennyson but also used the momentum against them; with his own hand, he sent Wind Dragon flying several meters away!
"Hold on!"
The white-haired, child-faced elder coldly spoke: "Damari Tennyson, come back."
"Yes!"
Damari Tennyson gave Julius Reed a fiercely resentful glance, extremely unwilling to turn around.
He wanted to leave, but Julius Reed had no intention of letting him go.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Julius Reed fiercely tugged and conveniently slapped his right palm onto Damari Tennyson's shoulder!
Thump! Thump! Thump!
